“I don’t know what you can trap here,” said Jack. “But it will do no harm to try your luck.”
Before they went to bed they looked out, and found it snowing again, harder than ever. The wind was rising, too, causing the branches of the trees to creak ominously.
“Supposing some of those branches should break off and come down on the top of the hut?” asked Boxy. “Wouldn’t we catch it?”
“It would have to be a pretty big branch to do much damage,” replied Harry. “Jack and I saw to it that the poles were put up quite firmly.”
“We don’t want to get smashed to bits while we are asleep.”
“I doubt if the wind is yet high enough to break down very much. You must remember these trees are very tough, and, standing together, one protects another.”
“But if the wind should blow stronger——” insisted Boxy.
“It will wake us up, and we can be on our guard,” replied Harry, and there the subject was dropped.
On account of the extreme cold, Pickles was very particular to keep a good fire, and for that purpose placed several small logs on the brush.
“Yo’ see we don’t want for to wake up in de moahnin’ all froze to deth!” he explained.